Chapter 265

"Winner of Arena 5—Zheng Yulong!!!"

As Sikong Yu's voice rang out, the first major upset of this year's competition occurred.

Zheng Yulong, ranked seventh, defeated Liu Yunmu, ranked fourth.

Besides cheers, the arena was filled with boos.

It wasn't mockery of Liu Yunmu's defeat—this battle had been the highest-level contest so far in the tournament.

But Liu Yunmu had previously been ranked first.

Tang Caifeng thought to herself: "They clearly know each other, and their bond seems deep. I already have a husband—why entertain foolish thoughts?" She sighed inwardly, her eyes fixed on Li Xiayun, who sat blushing and silent.

Before finishing his meal, Qinghe received a call: "I went to the ER for debridement and sutures, so I didn't see your message. Zhu Yan is on outpatient duty today—I'll go find him later and get the hospital admission sorted out."

Those who made the Top Hundred were all rare geniuses—yet they had been disdained by a feathered beast, and they couldn't accept it.

"Puff!" Even the mighty Qin Mojun spat out a mouthful of blood from that palm strike.

Seeing the chieftain come to greet them, the orc warriors stepped forward, citing one example after another to praise the shaman's extraordinary skills.

Now, Guan Hu's condition was far better than Zhou Cheng'en's—he hadn't lost any limbs. Bu Bi Zui truly had no confidence he could defeat Guan Hu in this state.

Although Shen family guards knew Ye Chong was a gifted individual living in the mundane world, they never asked what his specific ability was.

He desperately tried to open his eyes and see, but his eyelids refused to budge—as if glued shut.

"These are just formalities—Yunbai won't care about them. Besides, we're both too busy to bother with them," Qinghe said.

On the way back to the company, Li Jing called: "Have you finished what I asked you to do?" She asked bluntly as soon as the call connected.

The people at the other two tables felt only pressure—Ye Kai hadn't targeted them.

"This is all the information I have. Please, Grand General, make your decision," said an official of common birth, promoted by Xi Zhicai, who had just detailed to Lü Bu every clandestine act committed by the three aristocratic clans.

Proactively promoting new things is often tortuous—it's better to retreat in order to advance, to try a different approach, which might yield unexpected results.

Ning'an wore a mask; after spending several days in Galé, he learned the character his mask portrayed was Jacques Chirac, one of the Muggles' presidential candidates. Ning'an didn't care—he doubted wizards would even recognize who that was.

Because he received personal instruction from Li Mu, the Four Walls of Chinese Martial Arts all called Li Mu "Teacher."

After descending the mountain, the group passed by Hong River and witnessed its flood release—the newly built dam in Honghe County left them all stunned.

Ba Dao, Bai Xuanqing… these human guardians could easily hide within cities—but what of the Mountain-Moving Clan's Colossi?

"You bitch, looking for death?" Bai Li Shenye didn't let Ling Feiyu finish—he backhanded her.

He hadn't even savored the ecstasy of moments ago when Ming Tian kicked him, shattering his entire lower jaw—he collapsed unconscious on the spot.

In the beast's mouth, Qingge, her hands drenched in blood, tore open the warbeast's jaws with bare hands.

Not just Fat Three—many others had realized this object might also control people.

The heavy footsteps of countless sentinels echoed across the land, shaking the ground as if continuous earthquakes were occurring.

"What are you laughing at?" The atmosphere grew awkward. Shen Yixuan gripped Liu Ruxuan's hand; she blushed shyly.